Travis shook his head. “Nope.”
After a quick look through the cabin to see if there was any sign of Tammy being there, we stood outside and smoked until the local cops came from Sicamous.
Travis showed them his creds and told the cop in charge we were looking for a runaway girl—medical emergency—and happened to find this guy. Purely accidental.
Raymond Cash was the dead guy and the ID in his wallet matched the registration in the truck parked outside on the driveway.
Tennessee plates.
After giving a plausible explanation about why we were at this particular cabin on the mountain in the first place, Dad left his card with the local cop in charge, and we left.
ReMax Office. Sicamous. B.C.
9:00 a.m.
Tammy parked in front of the real estate office and she and Bobby ate breakfast sandwiches and drank coffee while they waited for the office to open.
“There he is, Tammy. That’s my agent, Roger Banks. Unhook me. I have to go inside and get the money and do some signing.”
“I’ll go in and do it for you.” Tammy got out of the squad and followed Roger Banks into the office.
Bobby protested but Tammy didn’t hear him. She focused on her own plan.
“Can I help you, Officer?” asked Roger Banks.
“Deputy Sheriff,” said Tammy. “I’m here to pick up the money for the Prescott property. Bobby sent me.”
Banks stared at Tammy for a minute, taking in her uniform and the gun in her holster. “Is Bobby in trouble?”
Tammy laughed. “Not really. He got into a fight last night, and he’ll be sleeping it off for a few hours, but he asked me to keep his appointment with you and pick up the money.”
“Did you bring the keys? You’ll have to sign a receipt for the money.”
“Sure. I have no problem doing that. Bobby and I are getting married soon.”
“I wasn’t aware he was engaged. Congratulations.”
Tammy smiled. “Thanks. We’re happy together.”
Banks led the way into his private office and Tammy stood next to the desk while Roger got the money out of the safe.
He packed the bundles of cash into a cardboard box and said, “It’s all here, less my commission. You’re welcome to count it, Miss.”
“Deputy Traynor,” said Tammy. “No. I’m sure you have the amount correct.” She placed a set of keys on his desk. “When are the new owners moving in?”
“They’ll arrive by the weekend. Bobby’s lovely cabin will be a vacation home for them. They live in Vancouver.”
“They’ll love the cabin. Thanks for everything, Mister Banks.”
Tammy picked up the heavy box of money and carried it out to the squad. She raised the hatch, put the box in and said to Bobby in the back seat, “Got the cash, Eldon. We’re good to go.”
She slammed the hatch down, ran around to the driver’s side and was about to hop in when Roger Banks hurried out of the office waving a piece of paper.
“Deputy Traynor, you forgot Bobby’s copy of the sale agreement.”
“Oh, thank you.” Tammy gave him a fake smile.
Roger spotted Bobby sitting in the back of the squad and smiled. “Would you mind if I spoke to Bobby for a minute?”